Oh yeah, Megan.

I remember as a kid how I would take this song absurdly seriously -- as if Young was some sort of love slave, 'owned' by an uncaring-possibly-inimical person (perhaps it wasn't clear to Young himself how much so), and his 'journey-work' was ancient, as if he was doomed to try and find relational happiness from city to city, from forest to ocean, like a near-hopeless Cain cast from the gates of romance.

How many songs by white people are this heavy?

good lord thats riveting.

and estey, man, thats some serious shit youre on there. its amazing what music can do to a young mind. and once its done, that effect stays with you forever.

thx for posting, megan.

Megan, you're getting old.

Wow, he's so young here!